the first of five

It's finished! Calvin's quilt, the first of five in my adventure to do something special with all those baby clothes I've been saving. Each and every square has a story, or a memory. His favorite dress up play clothes, clothes that I made for him, some clothes he even made himself, and bits of the baby sling we carried him in too. Ah, so many memories in this hodgepodge of a quilt!

(The quilt in progress here and here.) The squares are four inches, and together, it makes a decent throw size. I wanted something that could be cozied up with on the couch, or dragged from room to room, and definitely not precious or fussy. Special in the materials, but comfortable in the use.

I had talked about saving this for his fourteenth birthday in January. But late on the night I finished it, I pulled it out of the dryer, brought it upstairs, and put it right on top of my lanky, grown up sleeping baby. And that seemed like just the right thing to do with it. I woke in the morning to that stretched out kid at my bedside, with this blanket wrapped around his shoulders. "Thanks, Mommy!" he said sleepily. Not Ma, or Mom....but Mommy. Ah! And that's the best kind of payment I could ask for making such a thing. Now....onto the next.

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the first of five

It's finished! Calvin's quilt, the first of five in my adventure to do something special with all those baby clothes I've been saving. Each and every square has a story, or a memory. His favorite dress up play clothes, clothes that I made for him, some clothes he even made himself, and bits of the baby sling we carried him in too. Ah, so many memories in this hodgepodge of a quilt!

(The quilt in progress here and here.) The squares are four inches, and together, it makes a decent throw size. I wanted something that could be cozied up with on the couch, or dragged from room to room, and definitely not precious or fussy. Special in the materials, but comfortable in the use.

I had talked about saving this for his fourteenth birthday in January. But late on the night I finished it, I pulled it out of the dryer, brought it upstairs, and put it right on top of my lanky, grown up sleeping baby. And that seemed like just the right thing to do with it. I woke in the morning to that stretched out kid at my bedside, with this blanket wrapped around his shoulders. "Thanks, Mommy!" he said sleepily. Not Ma, or Mom....but Mommy. Ah! And that's the best kind of payment I could ask for making such a thing. Now....onto the next.

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Greetings! I'm Amanda Blake Soule - mother of five, author of three books on family creativity, and editor-in-chief of Taproot Magazine. I live with my family in an old farmhouse in Western Maine where we raise animals, grow vegetables and make lots of things. I write about it all here on the blog. Thank you for visiting!